Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.